By Jeff Moss
DetroitSportsRag@GMail.com
November 9, 2014
Many moons ago, Mitch Albom hosted a Sunday evening sports program on WLLZ (98.7-FM) that would occasionally broadcast live from E.G. Nicks restaurant in West Bloomfield.
At this point, I am actually embarrassed to admit that I almost never missed a chance to watch “Condescending Baggins” perform his “Sunday Sports Albom” in person while chowing down on the best breadsticks ever known to mankind.
But approximately 20 years have passed since I would attend these live remotes and in the meantime ….. WLLZ is gone; E.G Nick’s went out of business; the building that housed the diner has been torn down; and Frodo Albom has become one of the biggest jokes on the Detroit Sports Media scene.
Today, if this “Keebler Elf”-looking motherfucker were broadcasting his show from a treehouse in my backyard, I would close the drapes and call the cops.
I have spent a lot of time in this space over the last few years chronicling Albom’s transition from a somewhat entertaining sports columnist to a death-obsessed novella writer who in his spare time plays the role of the old man yelling “GET OFF MY LAWN!!” — when he is not either saving the nation of Haiti from ruin or occasionally writing sports articles that mock MATH.
In the late 80s and early 90s, I read every Albom column; bought every book he published; and was a devoted listener to his radio show. Now? I try to ignore his garbage work until one of my minions sends me an email with the subject line, “Have you fucking read this yet?”
And this week has not been kind to “Condescending Baggins.” On Tuesday, it was announced that Albom didn’t earn induction into the Michigan Sports Hall of Fame despite being on the ballot. Hopefully, the Mateen Cleaves/Jason Richardson debacle keeps him out for good and if not, at the very least they could place his bust next to William Clay Ford, Sr. in the “How The Fuck Did We Induct This Person?” wing of the museum.
And then Friday, in the pages of the Detroit Free Press, Frodo might have hit absolute rock bottom with one of the most cringe-inducing “columns” I have ever read.
Albom reprised his “Dr. Football” persona and answered questions from either himself or desperate readers in maybe the least funny or clever post in Free Press history. And that is saying something considering that this is a paper that has employed Michael “Catskills” Rosenberg, Jeff Seidel and George Puscas over the years.
The hardest part about writing this particular blog piece is narrowing down the worst parts of this trash because almost every line was putrid. I probably should just repost the whole travesty, but instead I pared it down to the following excerpts:
Hey, Dr. Football. Is it just me, or is Tom Brady starting to lose his hair?
Knock it off, Peyton.
Dear Dr. Football. Please tell me that Calvin Johnson will play this week.
All right. Calvin Johnson will play this week.
Really?
Who knows? You asked me to tell you.
Come on, Dr. Football. The Patriots aren’t that great. They get all the calls. So does their quarterback!
Knock it off, Peyton.
Dr. Football, can you say anything for sure about Michigan’s next athletic director?
He won’t come from a pizza company.
President Tom Lewand said the Lions returning to London is the first time an NFL team has “gone back in back-to-back years.” Doesn’t that sound suspiciously like the Beatles song, “Get back”?
Jojo was a man who thought he was a Lion.
How did Nike explain dropping Peterson?
Just blew it.
Is Urban Meyer really that good?
You should see his brother, Rural.
When will Ray Rice be back in the NFL?
Sometime before O.J.
Are you fucking serious? This man was actually paid to write THAT?!?!? And nobody employed at the paper thought it might have been a good idea to act as if there were an email problem when this came across their desk?
You should see his brother, Rural.
I mean ……
Stage-4 pancreatic cancer, Dane Cook and the Holocaust Museum in Farmington Hills are funnier than this column.
I would say this piece is the past-his-prime Mitch Albom equivalent of Willie Mays in a New York Mets uniform, but the Hall of Fame centerfielder actually put up a .746 OPS in his two years in Flushing Meadows so I have no clue what to compare this imbecilic, unfunny nonsense to.
At the bottom of Frodo’s Dr. Football article — and can you imagine his malpractice insurance rates skyrocketing after this piece was published — his editor provided Albom’s email address for FUTURE “Dr. Football” columns.
They actually plan on doing this AGAIN!!!! Well, instead of asking this washed-up embarrassment a football related question, I sent the following email to his account:
As of this writing, I have not received a response from the Pigskin Physician. I will let you know if I do.
In closing, I would like to leave you with a few Tweets from respected freelance writer Bill Bradley’s account on Friday. Bradley has been published in Vanity Fair and Deadspin in the past, among other outlets.
Mitch Albom is still out in these streets writing garbage columns and stacking paper. Free Press needs to get a clue. http://t.co/n1l9G5ynwV
— Bill Bradley (@BillBradley3) November 7, 2014
So many bright young writers in Detroit and the Free Press is running a column in which Albom calls himself “Dr. Football.”
— Bill Bradley (@BillBradley3) November 7, 2014
And I don’t need to remind you all that Albom straight up fabricated shit and kept his job. — Bill Bradley (@BillBradley3) November 7, 2014
The Detroit Free Press employs three sports columnists — Drew Sharp, Seidel and Albom. And these papers wonder why readership is at an all-time low.
Right, Peyton?